Only Art Means Anything.

Having Got Into Bed And Turned Out The Light, I Quietly Burst Into Tears Because I Am Not A Good Person. As They Came And Went For Some Minutes, I Was Concerned With The Words Following 'because' In The Previous Sentence, Rewriting Them Over And Over In My Head Until They Seemed To Be As Close To The Truth As It Was Possible For Me To Make Them.

To Take My Work Seriously Would Be The Height Of Folly.

I Don't Think Anything Might Have Been. What Is, Is.

Interviewer: What Is Your Greatest Regret? Gorey: That I Don't Have One

Ideally, If Anything [was] Any Good, It Would Be Indescribable.